Over six hundred miles outside Yan Capital.
Jiang Yufei's eyes reflected the shadowy face of the black-clad youth holding the staff, his expression dark, about to say something more to Chen Ku.
Unexpectedly.
The black-clad youth brushed his forehead with two fingers.
Instantly, an unmatched sword intent soared into the sky, rushing to the heavens, the vast sword intent engulfing everything in all directions.
The sword intent swept across, under the boundless golden light.
Between Chen Ku's fingers, appeared a long-handled Immortal Blade, about a ten feet long, exuding a chilling sword light, and he activated the four layers of prohibition within the Immortal Blade, slashing towards Jiang Yufei with full force.
"What! An Immortal Weapon!"
Jiang Yufei's eyes reflected the Immortal Blade slashing towards him, and in that instant, he only felt his soul pressed onto an execution platform, shuddering intensely.
He never thought that Chen Ku would actually have an Immortal Blade.
